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Date Posted: 19:18:25 07/10/02 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Author Host/IP: ACA4FFC6.ipt.aol.com / 172.164.255.198
Subject: Someone Hears But Never Heals {1}

Someone Hears But Never Heals
Part One

It was cold that Thanksgiving Eve,
I was toasty warm in my small kitchen
sipping wine,
stirring onion and celery
squishing stuffing,
making pies and cheesecake.

Mom sat on the kitchen chair
not helping as much as she used to,
given age and what not.

The kids ran and played,
settled in front of a movie
when the phone rang.
Laughing and singing
a Merry HO HO HO to the caller
my glee soon turned to sorrow.

It was my Pat, my sister
telling me of an accident.
Through a flood of tears
and uncertainty of his condition
{the police wouldn't let her near
the ambulance as they took off}
she managed to say
there's no way he could have survived.
Our brother, Jimmy.

Our brother, Jimmy,
who was coming out to the country
the next day to see our new place,
to look for some land of his own
to build his log cabin;
settle his gypsy soul at last.

I know inside I trembled;
outside, I held together
just like I did for Mom
when Daddy died some
thirty one years before.
How was I to tell her?
I don't remember.
I think I just turned numb
and some flight or fight
spit out
"There's been an accident
and we don't know yet if he's gonna make it"

She knew who.
Mom's know these things.
I sobered quick and asked the neighbor
to watch the kids
since their father wasn't home yet.

I made quick calls to the west coast
before
Mom and I took off into the night.
Iced over Highway 30 to Parkland.
I would spend the night making more calls
all over the U.S.,
arrange flights and break the news
to a wandering daughter's maternal grandmother.

I called Judy, a co-worker/friend.
I just needed someone
to hear me. Someone I could
fall apart on.

It would be a long night.

While the doctors performed
miracles;
I practised healing
projection.
It worked.
He made it through the first surgery.
I laid on a cold, cement floor
with only a black coat for cover
and slept erratically
until we were moved to a Family Room,
those rooms for terminal patients families.

Grateful for the morning,
forgetting it was Thanksgiving,
making arrangements
for the sisters to be picked up at DFW.

I stood in icy rain to smoke,
take in coffee
to mask the sleep I missed
while I waited their arrival.

It would be a long winter.
A winter that changed us all.

Leisa*)
07.09.02

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Re: Someone Hears But Never Heals {1} -- Raphaela, 15:16:51 07/12/02 Fri